Austin Dean Flint

Happy 8th birthday to my son, Austin Dean Flint

If Roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me,

Place them in my son's arms and tell him they're from me.

Tell him, I love him and miss him, and when he turns to smile,

Place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for awhile.

Remembering him is easy,

We do it every day,

But there's an ache within our hearts that will never go away.

You would be so excited to have your new baby brother. I already tell him all about you and want him to know that you are here everyday watching over us. We love you and miss you so much.

Happy Birthday!